I need ideas of what to write.
But there are none within my sight.
It could be happy, funny, scary, or sad.
But all my ideas are so bad.

It could be about a king.
No, that’s such a cliché thing.
My story has to be great.
But I’m at a mental stalemate.

I’m suffering from writers block.
My brain’s as useful as a rock.
I don’t know what to write about.
It makes me want to scream and shout.

I look for some inspiration.
There seems to be none in this nation.
I have no clue what to say.
All my ideas have flown away.

Wait a minute! I thought of one.
Writing this is gonna be fun!
Writer’s block? I think not!
Never mind. I forgot.